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Enjoy the doge.

Sorry for taking so long with this. There was a while where I couldn't break the cycle of being too lazy or too busy or too tired to write, and I would rather give you a full chapter than some half-assed bullshit. I hope you guys understand and don't hate me too much lol.

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Glitch POV

I was drinking a thimble of water as I watched the caretaker try to pull my strings off the wall with amusement. Absolutely hilarious. They were still going at it. They could just ask nicely, but I guess they don't have the brain capacity for that.

Actually, that was mean. I know they're smart. Just had some issues that are obvious to everyone but them. Either way though. I'm having fun watching them anyway. As long as they aren't chucking me across the room. 

Reader POV

Hours. Hours of pulling down strings and chucking them in the trash. There was trashbags full of the stuff by now, and you still had half of the room to go at that point, not helped by the fact they start to burn if you hold onto them too long. Eventally though, it was all done. All the strings were off of the walls. And it was dark outside. The whole rest of the day you had just spent tearing strings off of the walls while Glitch wore a shit-eating grin and stared at you.

You sigh. Wonderful. Well, you guess you're gonna go to sleep now. 

You had gone through your whole nighttime routine of practicing basic hygeine and now layed in bed. You can't sleep though, so instead you start to think. About all the problems that Glitch had distracted you from. Man. You haven't thought about this stuff in a while, but now that you were it was just sad.

All of your friends just abandoning you isn't the best experience, as one might think. You sigh and roll onto your side, facing the wall and continuing the internal monologue. 

Start from the beginning.

What do you remember?

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It's a hot day in early June, and you are a 10 year old child. 

What is your name?

Shouldn't you know that already?

Right. your name is ████ ████. Yes, that sounds right. ████ ████.

How could you ever forget your own name?

Unless it was not your own.

You're in school. 5th grade. Useless shit. little kid drama. Boring. Who cares. You want excitement. Fun. A friend.

And then you see them.

████ ████. They told you their name was ████ ████.

A name you will never forget.

You were so blinded by gaining someone's friendship, actually, that you didn't notice that they were a compulsive liar. A narccisist. That they never actually talked to you unless they wanted something or if you started the conversation. That they always one-upped you when you told them about anything. Achieve something in life? They did it a year ago. Pet needed surgery that could kill them? Oops, they lost their pet they were raised with a few minutes ago.

Toxic motherfucker.

And you ate it all up.

It ended when you tried to test the limits. You asked for proof of all the things they had told you over the last week. Their answer? 

"We're friends so you have to believe me"

Bull.

Shit.

Of course, in a way that is extremely in-character for them, they threatened to tell everyone that you had done some terrible things in your past. This was at the end of high school now, if that wasn't clear. And you two were the only ones who had stuck together like glue all the way through the endlessly rotating circles of friends. This only made it easier for them.

What did they tell your other friends exactly?

Oh, only that you were a sociopath who loved killing animals, and had been abusing Jay (Remember that cat?) as long as you had him. That you asked them to help you get a bunch of kittens together once, and had told them what they were gonna "do" with them.

Of course they bent the story about when you found some kittens in a "Free kittens" box. You had asked them to help you clean and feed them. "Free kitten" boxes are dangerous around here after all, considering the dog fighting rings and the kitten bait you've heard they use.

This is irrelevant. Back to the story.

That wasn't all he had done, but the other details are pretty...gruesome. You would rather not think about that part....

Those poor kittens...

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You end your session of remembering things that you don't want to remember when your door creaks open, a beam of light from the hallway spilling through the crack. Little footsteps patter along your hardwood floor, becoming muffled as the owner of these tiny feet steps onto your area rug. Theres a strange soft noise, and then the bitty slips on your loose sheets. A surprised and annoyed sound comes from them when they hit the matress. You peel the blanket off of yourself and flip yourself around so you're facing the little skeleton. "So, I think we need to talk."

Glitch POV

I stared up at my possibly-soon-to-be-not-caretaker. A conversation? They really were going to give me back. Why else would they want to talk to the little troublemaker who messed up their living room? People barely had tolerance for the 'Bad Guy' bitties as it was. Now that I'm causing trouble, I'm probably gonna get left in the rain or something. Not like it hasn't happened before. That's why I was thoroughly surprised when they said "What can I do to make you not stab me every ten seconds?" I just stared at them like they had grown an extra head. Since when did they show any sign of giving a shit about this? Well, aside from when they got fired earlier of course. I guess risking my caretaker's income wasn't the absolute best option if I want to continue to live with sufficient food getting to me. I sigh, and start to speak.

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